two corpses, caressing
for p.
two bodies traverse the expanse of a bleak surface
turgid tendons, split shins, flayed toes
but still walking
propelled by a hunger surpassing the stomach
as lidless eyes dance among the faces
desperate to find a hollowed out counterpart
two bodies come together with clanging cartilage and vacant stares
empty eyes and lolling tongues
tissue skin sheared from the friction of fingers
gnashing teeth reminiscent of romance
hollow hearts and hands, touching and tearing
clamoring for a clavicle
but only grasping guts
devoid of pleasure but programmed by dim memories
of what this once felt like
two bodies moaning in the murk
assuaging and assaulting, seething and writhing
falling away from each other in the blood wet world
trying to taste the truth of one body to another
but only tasting tin
drunk on the red wine of blood
full on necrotized flesh
satiated by nothing
one body gasps and screams
and shudders and stumbles
stops
then moves past the other
blood on the mouth, hole in the chest
seeking sanctuary in another skin
one body stands alone
and watches the other shuffle away
filled with a mud soaked memory of pain unidentified
flooding back from the faint fog
no marks on the skin, no bruise to the brain
only an internal hemorrhage
one person bludgeoned by the burden of belonging
recalls the ramifications of respiration
and dies again
then concedes to the cold dark
and crumbles
dude, did I miss it? what is up with the countdown?
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Intense. Also. *Ahem* I am still waiting on our zombie wedding portrait.
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I was also wondering about the countdown. This really IS intense. And I like intense.
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Wow. Just wow.
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Amazing.
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Growing up sucks. Also, hah! Cinnamon agrees with me.
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I suck at noting right now 🙁 <3 ya
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I love this. The word choices, the way it flows, how I can picture everything happening – awesome. Pure awesome.
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RYN: Thanks babe 🙂 I miss him. He was a good ole boy
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ryn-I stopped reading your self help book to recovery and I got hurt! time to read it again;)
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R: Thanks, sweetie. 🙂
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